Thursday, April 28, 2016

8091. ANY ARMY

ANY ARMY
Any army can have me, take my cloak,
and win my allegiance. Any army at all
for all I care. This physical torment is a
leave-able laughter. I go where I go where
I go. Stand straight, you little fool, and
present arms to those before you.
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It's all so boring : the Redcoat wears his
his cannon-ball armor like a still soldier
dead in the field. The Battle of The Short
Hills was where he fell, just outside the
Chatwick House. Smoke smoldered
from his bloody wound.
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They took down his clothing and left him
there. Carrion my wayward son, carry on.

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